Braedon's new life

This is a little story I wrote, I hope everyone enjoys it, but be warned, it contains graphic scenes of gay love between boys and men. The first few chapters do not contain any sex at all, and it is told as a tale of true love, so if all you are looking for is a quick jerk off story, afraid this might not be your story then. This story also heavily involves the use of diapers, if this does not turn your crank, then you may stop now. For those of you still with me, I hope you enjoy the story and I would love to hear from you. You may either email me at erich5748@yahoo.com, or visit and post at my site, groups.google.ca/group/gay-boy-diaper-stories

Thanks for taking the time to read.

*****Re-edited 06-08****I took the time to do another full edit to catch all the minor mistakes that everyone was kind enough to point out over the past couple years. I also changed a few of the timeline errors and fixed some of the other things that I found during two separate readings to do this for everyone. As always, if you wish to tell me how you liked the story, or any of my others, please feel free to email me, but remember, I delete flames.

Introduction

I can’t believe that it has been five years since my entire life was ripped from my grasp in a millisecond by a drunk driver, going way to fast, and on his fifth offense. That fateful night, as my wife and five year old son were coming home from the grandparents house, they never even saw it coming, came around the corner and there was a car careening at them. My only consolation is that they both were killed instantly and did not suffer, some consolation though.

The bastard who did this to them, oh no, he didn’t die, he walked away without a scratch. He was charged again with drunk driving, as well as involuntary man-slaughter, and got a whopping one year jail time, and I was awarded a five million dollar settlement. I was in court for three months, fighting for some type of retribution, and I got slapped in the face, I actually yelled at the judge on two occasions, once when he gave only one year, and the other when he insulted my family when he figured their lives at only five million. I asked him what he would ask if it were his entire life that had just disappeared. I was dragged from the courtroom screaming and crying, both times. My parents, and as many as my family that could be there, were there at all times for me, but they were of no help to me, especially at those times.

My name is Jacob, but you can call me Jay, because the only person allowed to call me Jacob is my mom. I am now thirty five years old. In decent shape for my age, medium dark hair, blue eyes, not very tall and kind of plain looking, at least in my eyes.

When I was twenty I had inherited a decent sized building from a late uncle, who left most of his possessions to me, go figure, I only met him once when I was like eight or nine or so, must have been some impression. Anyways, the building was in good shape, warehouse style, and about ten thousand square feet. So I borrowed some money from the bank, and with what my uncle gave to me, I was able to start up a good business with my very recent wife, we had been married only three months when we started our store. It was a hobby/electronics store, I had everything, you name it, I had it. We were the biggest toy store around, and it was a good thing I loved kids, since there was a near never ending flow of kids through my store.

It was nearly five years to the day after we got married that my wife finally became pregnant, and nine months later a beautiful baby boy was born. He had mostly his mothers looks, thankfully, and was just a wonderful little guy, rarely cried or fussed, and was a very content little guy.

By his fifth birthday I had him in the store with me most days after school, and he would help sell stuff to the kids, he loved his job, because he got to play all day.

It also seemed that when he was three, that he inherited a great flaw from me, bed wetting. So at five he was still in diapers at night, seeing as how the Goodnites did not hold enough for my little soaker. I will of course never know if he would ever have grown out of it, I still have not totally, and at high pressure times I still wet, well, at least until they were taken from me, now I just wet every night.

When I was a child my parents took the stance that if they said nothing, it would stop, yeah well it never really did. I asked them if they could get something for me to keep the bed dry at nights, but they said I was not a baby, and did not need diapers. I then, as I still do know, felt that I was not a baby, but had a problem, that even the doctors said I would not likely grow out of. I felt then, as I do now again, that the best way to deal with the problem was protection, but they did not.

I treated my son differently though, he got all of my attention for changing, he would never let mommy change him, and I would lovingly diaper him each night. I got to put him into a fresh diaper each night and clean up after his morning wet one. I loved him so much, and just those little things still make me cry. The sad thing is that as much as I loved my wife, it was my sons loss that completely devastated me. Nobody should ever have to bury their child, ever.

After my families deaths, I left the store in my assistant managers capable hands for nearly three months, before I was finally able to go back, I just needed the break. I sold our house, there were just too many memories there, everything went with it except our photo albums, of which we had twenty or so. The pain was so bad that I just moved into a motel for two months, because I could not handle looking for a new house right away.

My parents and siblings tried to help, but I was inconsolable, I just did not want anyone near at the time, they even sent a therapist to me. We all went to the funeral together in a large black limo, and my dad practically had to carry me in, and as soon as I saw the small coffin, I burst into tears and cried the entire time of the funeral and burial. My dad again almost carried me back out to the limo, and they took me to their house where I fell asleep crying.

The next day I went back to my motel and that is where I stayed for almost two months. I cried every day, the therapist though was some help, and he was able to get me out of the motel and talking more. He got me to realize that in fact, life does move on, and that I still have lots of family that cares, and miss them almost as much as I do.

Once I was able to kick myself out of the depression, I bought the first house I looked at. Fortunately I had a good Realtor, since he had found me exactly what I was looking for. I furnished it tastefully and decorated it with flair, I had always wanted a really nice house. After a month in my new house I went back to work, and I was very surprised at how well things had gone while I was gone. My assistant manager had done an excellent job with ordering and selling, so I gave him a big bonus, of which he tried to refuse, saying that it was the least he could do, but I would have none of it.

Right from the start of our business, everybody knew that we had a tough stance on shoplifting, and anybody over the age of fourteen was handed over to the police. Both my wife and I, and all of our staff, agreed that we would deal with the younger ones in store. Being the type of store we were, the theft rate was surprisingly quite low, as word does get around in small towns. With the younger ones, usually boys, since we rarely had girls in our store, we gave them the option of calling their parents and the police and let them deal with it, or we would deal with it in store. If they chose in store punishment it was always five or ten hard smacks to the tender backsides, five bare or ten clothed, it was always their choice, and we always had at least one witness. Most of the boys chose the five option to get it over with faster, and it was better for them, because I did take it easier on them, but they still walked away sore. The other part of the deal was that they had to work for me to pay off the item twice, and then I would give it to them, although I did not tell them that part until afterwards.

Interestingly enough, because I love kids so much, this was always very difficult on me, and I could often be seen crying almost as much as the boys, and after the spanking ended, I would give each of them a gentle hug and tell them that this will not happen again if they don’t steal. This tough love way of preventing shoplifting worked very well, and the few boys I had to use it on became great friends, and over the years most of them continued to work for me at one time or another. Amazingly no parents ever complained about it, but maybe the kids never told why they could not sit, or why they were working for me, however I did make sure the parents did agree to the working for product, because I was known to do that for the hard done by families from time to time.

Chapter 1

Today was the five year anniversary of my families deaths, and the grief had a hold of me, my little boy would have been ten, his birthday being only a month ago, that day is also always very hard on me. Today I spent most of the day sorting stock in the back room, because I would often just see a young boy who looked like my boy, and I would just start crying. About halfway through the day one of my employees came through the stockroom door, dragging a kicking and screaming boy of about nine years old.

“You, enough, go sit in that chair right now, and don't say a word.” I said sharply, because I immediately knew what was happening.

My tone must have meant serious business to him, because he just squeaked and sat down where I told him to and he did not move a muscle or say another word.

“So, what's up.” I asked my guy.

“Afraid I caught this young man trying to take off with that fifty dollar special airplane we have.”

I looked over at the boy and went over to him and knelt in front of him.

“What is your name please, and why were you trying to steal the plane, and please do not lie to me?” I asked softly.

“My name is Braedon, and I just wanted a toy, I don't have any and my dad is too poor to buy any.” Braedon answered in a very small voice.

“I am sorry, but that really is no excuse to steal something. Why didn't you just ask to work it off like so many other kids have, I would have let you do that?” I asked gently.

This seemed to have shocked him some and he started to stutter a bit.

“I-I-I-I never thought of that.”

“Well Braedon, I hate to tell you this, but in this store we have some pretty tough rules for people who try to steal from us. You will have one of two choices; the first is I call your father and the police, and you get formally charged as a shoplifter, sorry, but I charge to the full extent of the law. Now that choice I hate to use, but I will if I have to. The second choice though is our preferred method, and it is to submit yourself to either ten hard spanks to a clothed bottom, or five hard swats to a bared bottom, we will have at least one witness in here for that. If you choose that option then you will have to work in my store to pay off twice the value of the item you were trying to steal, and I will need your parents permission for you to work, however I will say nothing else. What would you like to choose?” I asked gently again.

“Please don't call my dad, he'll kill me. Can I take the five bare please?” Braedon asked, barely a whisper now.

“Sure thing, I will call in someone and we will get this taken care of right away.” I told the scared boy.

I called in my assistant manager to witness the event, so that everyone knows that nothing happens. I pulled down his worn and tattered track pants to find yellowed underpants, that looked as if he had been wearing and wetting them for some days now. I pulled those down as well and had him bend over my knee, he was very good at this part, so I assumed that he had had to assume this position before. Braedon never even tried to put his hands back to protect his sensitive hiney, as most boys do. I gave him his five good swats, and when I was finished, we were both equally crying, I gently pulled both his underpants and pants back up and guided him to sit on my lap so that I could hug him.

“I know you did not like that, and I know you probably won't believe me anyways, but I hated doing that more than you hated having it done.” I told Braedon quietly.

With only a nod and a weak smile he stood and left, saying he would be in the next day.

His dad came the next day, and basically threw the poor kid at me and told me that if he wanted to work for a toy, that I was to work him as a slave. I was blown away at how crass this guy was towards his own son, I started to believe that Braedon was not exactly wanted at home. I took Braedon into the back to get him started on his daily work, but first I gave him his work clothes. I went out last night and bought him a good work outfit, since I could not have someone dressed so poorly while working for me. I had even remembered how his underwear had looked, so I had grabbed him a couple new pair of those, and some socks and shoes.

“Okay, here are some good work clothes for you to wear, go on into the washroom right there and you can get cleaned up. Grab a shower as well if you like.” I told Braedon.

“You didn't have to buy me all this.” Braedon said in surprise.

“Yes I did. If you are going to work here, if even just for a few days, then you have to look the part.” I told him with a warm smile.

After spending about twenty minutes in the bathroom, he came out all clean and dressed, he even had a shower while in there, and he looked very nice. Braedon is about four feet tall, kind of short and small for his age, which I found out later was eleven. He has nice short cut brown hair and deep brown eyes, he almost looked good enough to eat, I shook my head at this thought, as I should not be thinking like that. The last time I played with a boy was when I was also one, and we were just comparing, otherwise I had never even thought that way.

“You look much better, so exactly how old are you anyways, I never thought to ask you yesterday, you look about nine or ten?” I asked.

“I just turned eleven a couple days ago, that was why I wanted the plane, I wanted something nice for my birthday for once, even if I had to steal it, it worked out real well.” Braedon said shyly.

“Okay Braedon, you are to clean and organize all the shelves in the back room today, if you need any help just ask, I will be at my desk most of the time, and you are free to ask for help at any time.”

“Okay, thanks, I will do my best.” Braedon said and got started working right away.

Braedon worked hard all day long, and other than asking a couple basic questions, he mostly just stayed quiet and worked, and because the stock room was so large, and the shelves were stocked right to the roof, this job took all day.

“Braedon, I must say you have done an excellent job here today, and if you keep this up you will only have to work for me for two more days at most.” I said once we were all done for the day, and he got a bit of a sad look on his face.

“Oh, okay.” Braedon said quietly.

“What's wrong, did I say something to upset you?” I asked gently.

“It's just that I kinda hoped I would have to stay longer and work more with you, you are so nice.” Braedon nearly whispered.

“You think I am nice, even after I spanked you?” I asked.

“Well yeah, you held me and hugged me afterwards, which really felt nice. My dad always uses a belt and just throws me in my bedroom naked and crying.” Braedon said simply.

I was shocked. If I had known how his dad had treated him, I would never have spanked him, I would have just had him work it off, but it was done now, and it probably worked out for the best. He gave me a quick hug, then blushed, and turned and left to go home, saying that he would be here in the morning.

When I got in at first light, I was surprised to see Braedon sitting there waiting for me, it was only like five thirty am, and I wondered why he was here so early.

“Hi there, what's up, how come you are here so early?” I asked as I hopped out of the car.

“I just wanted to get here early and get started on working is all.” Braedon answered.

I unlocked the doors to the store and turned off the alarm. “Come on in Braedon, have you had any breakfast yet?” I asked.

“No, I wanted to get out of the house before my dad came home.” Braedon answered.

I must have had a shocked look on my face as he told me, “My dad rarely gets home before six, and he is always drunk, and he hits me and yells at me a lot when he is like that.” I grabbed him into a hug and took him to the lunch room, that I always have a good stock of food in, since I hate eating out and love cooking.

I whipped us up a quick French toast breakfast, Braedon had ten slices and six pieces of bacon, more than even I can eat. After we cleaned up from breakfast I had Braedon out front dusting and vacuuming before opening, while I did the books from yesterday. It took me a long time to figure out the books at first, since that had always been my wife’s department, but I can now manage quite well.

Braedon came into the back all hot and sweaty a while later, since it is a rather large store to vacuum.

“Why don't you go grab yourself a quick shower and I can throw those dirty clothes in the washer/dryer combo that is out here, it only takes about twenty minutes total on the quick cycle, so you can have a nice long hot shower while your clothes get cleaned. Just toss them out when you get undressed, and I will leave them by the door and I will knock when they are ready. There should also be a new toothbrush in one of the drawers, so you can brush your teeth properly as well.” I told Braedon and he just smiled and nodded.

He tossed me his clothes out the door and went for his shower. I noticed that one of his brand new pairs of underwear I gave him yesterday were the ones he was still wearing, and that they were already yellowed from recently being peed in. I tossed everything into the washer and set it for the quick cycle. I had purchased this unit specifically because it was very fast, and I have found that having a washer at work was very handy at times. Just as the washer beeped, signaling it was done, I heard the shower turn off and Braedon rummaging through the cupboard for a towel. I retrieved Braedon’s clothing and folded and set them at the door, and knocked, notifying him that they were there for him as soon as he needed them. Soon after a very sparkling young man came out of the bathroom with a very large smile on his face.

“What's with the huge smile?” I asked curiously.

“I have never been allowed to have a hot shower before, and now I have had two in two days, and then climbing into warm clean clothes felt wonderful.” Braedon answered, still smiling.

“Why have you never had a hot shower before?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“Because hot water costs lots of money and my dad won't let me, and because we do not have a washer or dryer, and he is too cheap to buy soap, I have to wash my clothes in the cold water with no soap and hang them to dry.” Braedon answered as if it were a normal thing for everyone.

I was disgusted, how could anybody ever do this to their child.

“What about your mother, doesn't she help you out?” I asked.

“She died giving birth to me, and I think that is why my dad hates me, I killed his wife.” Braedon answered.

I almost bust into tears at this and scooped him up and gave him a grand hug.

“Well, when you need a shower or clean clothes, you are to come here okay.” I told him.

“Even after I stop working for you?”

“Yes, even after you no longer work here, in fact I would be hurt if you didn't stop by every now and then at least.”

We still had a couple hours until opening, so we went and did stock, restocking the shelves and making sure all the product was neat and tidy. We finished up just as my employees all showed up for the start of their shifts. I decided that today I was going to leave the store in my assistant managers hands and go out for the day, since it had been over five years since I just went out.

“Come on Braedon, we are done for the day, we will leave the store in my employees' more than capable hands, we are going out.” I said.

My guys just smiled at me and told us to go have some fun, because they all knew that we both could use it. It was a good thing that it was summer time, and there is lots of stuff to do, we decided that mini golf would be fun. During our golf session we talked about lots of stuff, things that we liked, things we hated.

“So how come you do not have any children, you obviously love children?” Braedon asked as we reached the fourteenth hole.

“Come on over here and let's sit down.” I said and we sat down on the nearest bench and I told him my entire story. By the end we were both quietly sniffling, trying not to cry, it was difficult for me as I still just burst into tears some days, but sharing with him helped. And to think my family paid thousands of dollars on a therapist, and I feel far better after telling the whole story to Braedon, even the fact that I missed my son far more than my wife.

He never said one word, his face said everything for him, he felt what I was feeling, and no words were needed. This was something no one else was able to do, they all wanted to talk and try to make it better, but they did not understand like this little boy did. He just stood up after a minute of silence, came in front of me and gave me very big hug.

“Thank you.” I said, still with tears in my eyes.

“What for?” Braedon asked.

“Everything. You are the first person to ever just listen and not talk, and you gave me a hug when I needed it the most.” I answered.

“You did the same for me. These past couple days have been the best of my life. Stealing may be bad, but I think it might have been the best thing I ever did.” Braedon said, wiping a new round of tears from his eyes.

I decided that we should go for a big expensive lunch somewhere, something Braedon had likely never done before, and something I had not done since my wife and I were dating. We had a great lunch at the cities finest restaurant, and we stuffed ourselves silly, and then we had dessert to top it off. We rolled ourselves out to the car and headed for a movie. The movie was enjoyable, but the company was better, I cannot remember having a better time, ever.

“Well, I guess we should get you home huh!” I said to Braedon once our day of fun was ending, he stiffened right up at that.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Braedon asked suddenly.

“I don't think that that is such a good idea. Everyone knows I have no children, and bringing home a strange child for the night could lead to nosy people thinking the wrong things.”

He surprisingly understood and never asked what I was talking about, he just nodded in understanding, leading me to believe that he may know a little more of what I was saying than he probably should. I dropped him off at his house, it was a dump of a small trailer, tucked deep into an even trashier trailer park, oh how I wished I could take him home with me, but I couldn't.

The next morning I arrived at work, at my customary five thirty am to start the day, to find Braedon waiting for me again. When I got out of my car, I could tell there was something wrong right away, the poor boy was bawling his eyes out and he had a split lip, and what looked like could turn into a very bad black eye.

Immediately I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. “What happened to you Braedon, you have to tell me please?”

“When you dropped me off last night my dad was home, and he saw you and then started accusing me that I was replacing him for you, and then he started hitting me. Even though I wished it, I never said it, but he finally just threw me out the door, telling me that if I wanted you as a father then go, because he did not want me anyways.” Braedon said, sobbing out most of it.

I quickly opened up the store and turned off the alarm, just barely remembering to close and lock the door behind me, as I swept him to the stock room to grab the first aid kit I kept back there.

“How long have you been sitting out there for then?” I asked as I started cleaning Braedon up. I was sick, he could have been kidnapped or anything, and his father just threw him out like yesterdays trash.

“Since about dark last night.” Braedon answered with a wince as I was working on him.

I got Braedon fixed up, put some salve on his eye, and the other various bruises that his bastard of a father gave to him last night. As soon as I was done, I called my lawyer to see what could be done. He was not at all pleased with being awoken at six in the morning, but with the amount he gets paid, he would never complain. I informed him what was happening and he told me that he was of no use in this situation, since he was a corporate lawyer, but that he had a friend in family law that owed him a favor or two, and gave me her number.

I called the lawyer at eight, as soon as her office opened, and she told me that my lawyer had already filled her in on the basics, and that she would be glad to help, and told us both to meet her at her office in an hour. I called my assistant manager and asked him to work for me today, telling him that I had an emergency that had come up, and he said he was on his way.

Braedon and I arrived ten minutes early for our appointment and the secretary showed us right in. I was impressed with her office, it was large and homey, and did not feel at all like a lawyers office. Right away she introduced herself to us both and had us sit down. First she started to ask us a whole bunch of questions that we both answered, as was necessary, and then she asked if she could take pictures of the injuries, and Braedon agreed.

She got out a very high tech digital camera and had Braedon show all of his injuries to her, so she could capture them. Next she took a full statement from us both and had her secretary witness it. She then asked for my story, my lawyer had told her some of it already, so I told her the whole thing. She told us that by the end of the day she would have me as temporary guardian and that tomorrow, with a police escort, we would go to the father and have him sign over all parental rights to me, or else the police would be taking him for a ride that would last at least ten years.

True to her word, by noon I already had the papers putting Braedon in my custody, and she had already drawn up the papers for Braedon’s father to sign. Braedon and I then headed to our new home together as father and son. When we arrived I took us into my sitting room, turned on the gas fireplace and sat us down in one of the comfy chairs and I just hugged and cuddled him. After about an hour I was starting to get sore, and hungry, since I had not yet eaten, and I know that Braedon would be starving by now, so we both got up went to the kitchen, without even saying a word. I just made us soup and sandwiches for lunch, but we enjoyed it together.

“Well Braedon, looks like you are going to be staying here for a while, let's say we go pick out a bedroom and then we will go do some shopping?” I asked once we were finished our lunch.

“Okay.” Braedon said, still a little quietly.

“Now Braedon, I want to ask you a personal question. I have noticed now on a couple occasions that your underwear are pee stained, do you wet the bed, and or do you have day accidents?” I asked Braedon once we were in the car, his head just dropped and he started sobbing.

I pulled over and pulled him over to me and pulled his face out of his perch and hugged him tightly.

“Hey there, no need to be so upset about such a trivial thing, I did for many years, and still do sometimes if under stress, but now most of the time. Even my son was the same, but sadly we will never know if he would have outgrown it.” I said.

“I only wet at night, but you are just trying to make me feel better, but thanks.” Braedon said, still sniffling a bit.

“When we get back home I will show you the diapers I wear to bed at nights, then you will know, why else would I have them.” I said softly.

We finally got to the department store and started looking at the furniture. Braedon would need a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a couple end tables to start with, and we found the perfect set, and I wrote it down. Next we went to the clothing dept. and bought him tons of new clothes and had the store arrange to have everything delivered and set all the furniture up later that day. Once we were finished there I decided that we would head over to the store and make sure it was still there, and tell the guys that I would be taking a few days off and to tell them what was happening, as well as to pick up a little surprise for my new boy.

“Hi guys, meet my new son. He had a few issues with his dad and he has been put under my care, hopefully permanently very soon. Braedon you stay here, I want to talk to Trevor for a few minutes in the back room!” I asked.

They just nodded and everyone was congratulating Braedon on his new dad, and he was all smiles.

“I am going to grab our top of the line computer system, can you just charge it to my personal account please?” I asked Trevor as we went in the back room.

“Sure thing boss, and if you do not mind my saying this, you both need each other, and it is good for you both.” Trevor said and then turned and walked out before I could say anything further.

I had covered the boxes so that Braedon would not see what I had grabbed, because I wanted to set it up after dinner as a surprise to him. We finally arrived at home and had just started making dinner when the delivery guys showed up to setup the new furniture. We showed them where everything was to be placed and left them to their jobs. Just as we were about to sit down to eat a simple dinner, the guys finished and had us both inspect their work and sign off on it, it was perfect, so I gave both guys a twenty dollar tip.

“Okay stinky, you go on up and get in the bath and when you are done you can either wear pajamas or underwear, whichever you are more comfortable in. I just go in my underwear though, and then get diapered right before bed.” I told Braedon after dinner was finished.

“I am not stinky.” Braedon protested, but gave me an odd look at my mentioning diapers though.

“I was not joking with you earlier, I do wear diapers to bed, I do still need them most nights now, since my wife and son were killed. I did buy a pack for you as well, and it will be your choice as to whether or not you wear them, because you are old enough to make those decisions on your own.” I told him simply.

He went for his bath with that and I went out to the car to grab the computer to set it up. Just after I finished setting the computer up in the den, in scampered Braedon in just his loony tunes under pants we had bought earlier today, he looked quite cute in them, even if he was a little old for them, but he liked them, so we got them. All of a sudden he saw what was behind me.

“Wow, is that for us to use?” Braedon asked.

“No, it is for you to use.” I answered. He jumped up and gave me a huge bear hug that took my breath away.

“You can play on it for half an hour and then it is time to get ready for bed okay.” I said as I set Braedon down.

“Cool, I love computers.” Braedon said excitedly and started playing.

Just before his half hour was up, Braedon shut off the computer and I patted the cushion next to me signaling for him to come sit. He came over and sat, but not on the spot I told him to, he jumped right onto my lap and cuddled up to me, I swear he started to purr.

“Okay son, you now have an adult decision to make.” I told Braedon.

“What's an adult decision?” Braedon asked.

“Well, you can either go to bed wearing only your underwear, wet the bed, wake up in a cold wet bed, have to wash the sheets and yourself. Or you can wear a diaper and wake up dry and warm. You see an adult decision is always hard, no matter what you do, sometimes the options just are not nice either way, but one is usually better than the other.” I answered.

“But I don't want to wear a diaper, I'm not a baby.” Braedon whined a little.

“You're not a baby, and besides, have you ever seen a baby diaper big enough to fit you. Lots of people have a need to wear diapers, not just babies, did you think all those rows and rows of youth and adult diapers were just for show. No, they are not, they would not be there if no one bought them. And for you I bought some good youth diapers.” I told him gently, even though I was pretty sure the size six baby diapers would actually fit him, but with this information he kind of got a defeated look on his face.

“I guess if stores carry diapers big enough for bigger kids, than they must need them too, I guess I can try one.” Braedon said quietly.

“Hey, don't be ashamed, you are not the only one remember, and at least you have the option of wearing something to help keep you dry and warm, and that will help you get a good nights sleep. My parents did not let me wear anything, even though I asked, we knew my problem was something I could not help, and would always have, yet they did not buy me diapers, I had to go buy them myself.” I told Braedon.

Because Braedon agreed to try it for tonight, and see how it went, we went up to his bedroom and I told him to take off his underpants, while I went and grabbed a diaper from my room, I also grabbed the powder. When I came back Braedon was laying down on the bed, naked as the day he was born, and waiting for me. I opened up the diaper and slid it underneath him and sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto him and rubbed it in. Little Braedon came right to attention at this point, it reminded me so much of my son that I almost started to cry. Braedon started to blush and went to cover himself up, but I just smacked his hands away.

“Don't worry about that, it is perfectly natural and we all have one, and all boys have this happen to them. My son got a boner every time I changed his diaper, right up until he died.” I said.

“I thought your son was five when he died?” Braedon asked.

“He was, he inherited the same problem I have remember, had he not died he probably still would have it, and had until he was an adult and older as I do, and maybe even you, you never know.” I answered, my voice wavering only slightly.

I pulled the diaper up and taped it up snugly to him and pulled his blankets up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Good night, you have a good sleep, but if you need anything at all during the night, I am right across the hall, okay.” I said, wishing him a good night.

“Goodnight.” Braedon said, a little tear in his eye.

I went to bed feeling better than I have in five years, I also slept better as well. The next morning I awoke to Braedon climbing in to my bed.

“Good morning, what's up doc?” I asked sleepily, repeating a phrase from my all time favorite Saturday morning cartoon.

“I woke up and wanted to come in and cuddle with you, is that all right?”

“Of course.” I said and pulled the covers back for him to climb in, and he slid in beside me and hugged me tight and fell back to sleep.

We both woke up an hour later to the phone ringing, so I answered it and found it was the lawyer taking care of my little guy. She told us that if we wanted to, we could ride along and serve the papers to Braedon’s father, but I declined, saying that it would be better if we did not. She said that that was fine as well, and that she would call us in a while to tell us the outcome.

I quickly told Braedon what was happening and then asked him “Are you wet?”

“I think so, but not too sure.” He answered.

I pulled back the covers and felt the front of his diaper and it was very wet, I guess he was really used to being cold and wet, since he could not feel it much.

“Yep, you're soaked.” I said.

“Wow, I couldn't even tell. Are you wet as well, your diaper looks a different color, and is bigger too?” He asked.

“See, tons better than waking up wet and cold huh, and yes, I am wet, I have waken up wet nearly every morning since my wife and son were killed.” I answered.

He then said the sweetest thing I think I have ever heard. “I know I can never replace your family, and you mine, but maybe together we can become a new family.”

I hugged him to me and said “I would like that very much.”

I took off my diaper and threw it into the special trash can and then took off Braedon’s and threw it out as well.

“There you go, go have a quick shower while I have one as well, then get dressed and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast.” I said.

I made it to the kitchen first and started a big omelet breakfast, complete with fried potatoes and toast. I made one omelet for the two of us, and it fit onto a large serving plate, barely, and made us each two slices of toast and a good helping of potatoes. As I was adding the ingredients to the omelet, Braedon came and hugged me from behind, so I turned around and hugged him back, buried my nose in his freshly shampooed hair, man I love strawberry scented shampoo.

We sat down to our breakfast and gorged ourselves on the feast before us. As we were cleaning up, the phone rang and I answered it, it was the lawyer, she said she had some news and would like to come right over and tell us, I told her to come on over.

Thirty seconds later the doorbell rang, I answered and there she was, grinning at us.

“Well, that was unexpected, come on in.” I grinned.

“Thanks.” She said and then came in.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Braedon asked.

“No thanks, this will only take a minute or so anyways.” She answered. “So, I am sure you want to know how it went, well it went as well as can be expected. He signed everything to keep his ass from getting in trouble, and as expected he did not even read the whole document, not even the clause I put in there stating he had to move at least one hundred kilometers from town in two weeks or less. Once he signed it and I told him that, he did not seem all that upset, saying he had nothing here anyways, so he may as well move.” She told us, I thought that this would have hurt Braedon, but he seemed fine with it.

“That's right, he has nothing here at all, he never was my dad, and now I have a real dad.” Braedon said happily.

We both signed the papers and were told that the court hearing would be in one weeks time to finalize everything. With that she left and we hugged.

I had not even told my family at all what had been happening in my life as of late, and we decided that we would invite them all over for a nice dinner and party the night Braedon was to become my son. This would of course come as a complete surprise to everyone that I was inviting them to dinner to begin with, since I had not in so long that they probably forgot how great my dinner parties used to be. In the past five years they had tried in every way to include me in everything they did, but I rarely ever joined, because I was so depressed. It would probably come as no shock though that I would have adopted a child, since they all knew of my love of kids.

Court was to be Wednesday morning and would last a couple hours as the judge would want to go over everything and make sure that Braedon really wanted to live with me, of this I knew there was to be no problem. I called everyone and invited them, telling them to be here at six sharp for a nice dinner and a party, and a very big surprise. I could hear the surprise in everyones voices, but they never said anything.

Thursday and Friday both Braedon and I went to work and worked a good full day, and each night we went home and had a good meal and chatted or watched TV. Braedon had of course decided that the diapers were not so bad, and they felt a whole lot better than waking up wet and cold, so each night I diapered him lovingly, and each night he would get embarrassed at his rising problem, to which I told him not to be, but he always did.

Saturday I went out in the morning by myself, telling Braedon that I wanted to do a couple things, and that he could stay home by himself for a short while and watch cartoons, something he had never been able to do until now. I gave him a kiss good-bye, and told him I would be home inside of an hour. I went to the store and was going to pick up the plane he had attempted to steal, and then at last minute decided that he had worked hard enough to get a full sized trainer R.C. Plane instead, so I grabbed the best one I had in stock.

While I was out I also went grocery shopping, since I had found with my son the first time I took him, that it was a very bad idea to take kids grocery shopping, because they have a tendency to want every piece of junk food they can see. Now I am not a health food freak, but I do prefer to eat more healthy, and I found that if children did not see it, they would not ask for it.

After a little over an hour of being gone, I arrived at home and Braedon literally flew out the door and jumped at me squealing, “Finally you’re home, it’s been so long.”

It was a good thing I did not yet have my arms loaded full of groceries, because I had to catch him as he flew through the air at me. I gave him a big hug and patted his bottom

“I was only gone a little over an hour, you could not have missed me that bad.” I said happily.

One of my neighbors was outside and had seen everything and he came over to see what was going on. I did not mind, because he had been my neighbor for a long time now and knew everything about my life, since I had frequently talked to the older gentleman who had also lost his wife to a drunk driver. I told him everything that was going on and he was very happy for both of us, me for getting a son, and Braedon for getting a new dad.

“Son, you are one lucky young man, there is no better man than your new dad here to raise you up good and proper.” He told Braedon with a warm smile.

To this I blushed and Braedon hugged me tightly saying, “Yeah you're right.”

“Come on you, there are groceries in the back seat of the car and I need some help bringing them in. You have a good day Roland.” I said, and we got to work after setting my little scamp down.

We brought in all the groceries and put them all away.

“I would like for you to go wait in the den please, I need to go get something from the car, and I want it to be a surprise?” I asked.

“Okay.” Braedon said excitedly.

I went out to the car and grabbed the plane, and all its accessories I had grabbed for it, from the trunk of the car and went inside. I entered the den with the plane under my arm, and all the accessories in the bag in the same hand, and Braedon at first had no idea what it was.

“There was something that I never told you about when I was telling you about how I punished shoplifters, I always do this. Once the job is done you get to have the item that you were originally trying to steal, assuming I was pleased with the work of course.” I said.

He had a shocked look on his face, but then said “But that is not the same plane.”

“No, you are right, but then again you did far more work than that other plane was worth, so I took that into account. Now of course gifts are nice, but don't get used to it, because I am a firm believer in working for what you want. We don't want a spoiled rotten brat on our hands now do we?” I asked with a grin.

“Wow, you're the best! I never need another gift anyways, because you are the best gift I could ever get.” Braedon said with tears in his eyes.

I hugged him to me and said, “Let's open this up and get flying then.”

I grabbed a few batteries and put them on the quick chargers that I had grabbed, so that they would be ready to go in the twenty or so minutes it would take us to put the plane together. This had always been my favorite thing, to just put things together could keep me occupied for hours, so I was going to have fun with this, even though I had done it many times on this same model before.

It seems that Braedon also has my love for building things, because he was right in there with me, putting the various pieces together. We had the plane all together in about fifteen minutes, and ready to go, all we had to do was wait on the batteries to finish charging. While we waited I went over a few things with him about flying a model airplane, how to take off, land, maneuver and all sorts of things.

“Will you show me first how to do it, and then I can try it?” Braedon asked.

“Sure, it would probably be a lot easier that way. Once the batteries are all charged up, we can head out.” I answered.

Once the batteries were finished charging we went over to the large park down the road to play, on the way there I forgot the spare wings, so we had to turn around to grab them, for just such an emergency. We finally arrived at the park and there were a few people milling about, but nothing to worry about.

We got all set up and ready to take our maiden flight, when the few people that were around started to collect around us to watch. I had everyone move back and away a little so that I could take off. The plane took off with ease and I got it into the air and started to do some real flying, while telling Braedon everything that I was doing and why. After flying for about five minutes, I brought it down into a perfect landing and stopped just a couple feet from us. I handed over the controller to Braedon who nervously took it from me, I got him turned around and got him to taxiing it out, while picking up speed. Soon the plane was in the air and Braedon was ecstatic.

“I'm flying, I'm flying, this is so cool.” Braedon sang out.

He played for almost an hour until the battery warning started to beep, so I told him how to line it up and bring it in. He did everything with ease and landed just a little roughly on just one side and the front tire and hobbled back and forth between sides for a moment until it slowed down enough.

“That was an awesome landing!” I said.

“No it wasn't, it wasn't smooth or anything.” Braedon said, still with a smile on his face though.

“For your very first landing, it was nearly perfect, trust me. What do you think I bought an extra couple sets of wings for, because most people crash their first few times out, and the wings are always the first to go. And besides, have you never heard a pilot say that any landing you can walk away from is a great landing. Well every passenger on that plane would have walked away, some of them maybe with wet pants, but oh well.” I teased him.

“Cool, I never thought of it like that, and I guess you're right, but the only passengers on this plane would be ants. Can we try again?” Braedon asked all doe eyed, I just smiled and nodded.

We reloaded the battery with a fresh one and Braedon had the plane take off like he had done it a hundred times. As he got more at ease with the controls he started to get more daring with the stunts, and by the time the battery warning beeper came on he was doing barrel rolls and flips and all sorts of things. He brought the plane in again with relative ease with only a bit of a hop, but otherwise a great landing by any standards.

“Before you ask if you can fly some more, we should let this thing cool down a bit, the motor will be very hot and it will need to cool down, so let's go sit in the shade for a bit.” I said and grabbed the plane and we went and sat in the cool shade.

“Thank you for the awesome plane, it was the second best gift I ever got.” Braedon said once we were seated, cuddling right up into my side.

“This wasn't a gift, you bought it yourself with all the hard work you have done, so you earned it. Remember, I told you that you had to work off twice the value of the item, and I told you later that you would get to keep the item afterwards, well you did enough work at regular pay to pay for this and all its accessories, so this is the one I got you.” I told him.

“I didn't do that much work though, and this had to be expensive.” Braedon said.

“Yes you did, the plane is not that expensive and you got employee discounts on everything, so it was not as expensive as you think it was. And I will tell you a secret, more than a few of my employees started working for me the same way as you did, and they decided to stay on.”

“Wow, cool, thanks lots anyways! So who there has started working for you the same way I did?” Braedon asked curiously.

“Not going to tell you that, mostly because it is no ones business, and I have conveniently forgotten all about that information, since they have paid off their debts to me, and to this day only one of them has ever stolen another item from me. It hurt a lot, but I told him that he had broken our deal and that I had to call the police, and I did. I tell you, I cried more than he did, he was only sixteen, he has come back more than a few times and apologized. Well, are you ready to get flying again, it should be cooled enough for one more time?”

“That's very cool of you, and it was bad of that other boy, and awesome.” Braedon said all excited again and we got up off the cool grass and went to fly again.

“May I give it a go, I have not really flown in years, and I used to love flying” I asked.

“Sure, have fun.” Braedon said.

I quickly loaded it up with the last battery and took off. I really pushed that little plane to it’s limits, doing things that larger and heavier planes usually did.

“This plane is not really designed to do some of the tricks I am doing, since it is really too small and light, and if I were to push it too hard, it would probably just fall apart, so make sure to be careful when doing tricks.” I told Braedon after doing a few cool moves that had him oohing and awing.

Once the battery signal came on, and I had had my fun, I brought it down in a steep landing and pulled up at the last second to make a perfect landing.

“Now that was a trick landing that could get your plane crashed, if not done right, so I would not suggest you try it until you get lots better.” I told Braedon when he had a shocked look on his face.

“That was really cool, and don't worry, I don't want to crash my plane.” Braedon said.

We left after having a great couple hours together, playing like a father and son should, something we both missed greatly, but something that Braedon had never actually had.

We went home and decided that it was going to be an early dinner then a couple movies, that we would go rent after dinner. I made a nice spaghetti dinner with salad and garlic toast, it was a really good meal, and, as always, I made way to much then stuffed myself silly, it is after all my all time favorite meal. Braedon also did the same, and I swear I heard the buttons on his shirt starting to pop as he rolled away from the table.

We left to grab a couple movies at the local video store, where we grabbed a couple sci-fi action movies, the ones that are great on a good home theater system like I had, it had been my only sanity in the last five years. We sat and cuddled on the couch and watched the first movie the whole way through.

“let's go get ready for bed so we don't have to worry about it when the next movie is over, since it will be getting very late.” I told Braedon.

We both went into the bathroom and peed and brushed our teeth and washed our faces. I then took Braedon to his room and diapered him, and he followed me to my room, where I diapered myself, as always during powdering I got hard just like Braedon always does, as I am sure every boy does.

“Wow, your thing is way bigger 'n mine is!” Braedon said when he saw that.

“Well of course it is, I am a lot older than you are, and you will grow soon as well, and for eleven, you have nothing to worry about down there.” I told Braedon, who blushed cutely.

Once we were both ready, we went out and started the next movie, about half way through Braedon said “I need to go pee.”

“You're wearing a diaper right, just go so that you do not have to get up, it will hold until morning.”

“But I'm not asleep, I can't do that!” Braedon said nearly aghast.

“It'll be fine, like I said, it will hold just fine until morning, and I always wear a diaper while watching movies so that I don't have to get up, it is a lot easier that way I think.” I said normally and he just nodded slightly.

At first he had trouble going, but I told him to relax and watch the movie and it would happen. A couple minutes later I heard him sigh and saw the look of relief wash over his face, and I knew that it was done. By the end of the second movie my little angel had fallen asleep, so when the movie finished, I gently picked him up and carried him to his room and laid him down. I covered him up, kissed his forehead, saying good night and I love you, and in his sleep he mumbled, night you love. I smiled as I left the room, closing his door, and I went and made sure the house was locked up and also went to bed.

Sunday morning I awoke to my morning visitor, whom I knew wanted cuddles then a change. We got out of bed after half an hour of cuddling and we each took off our very wet diapers.

“Wow, I can't believe that that thing held that much, and for that long. I went lots during the movie.” Braedon said as it made a splat sound going into the pail.

“I buy these ones because they hold lots, and it would likely hold even more than that. I have never had one of these leak on me yet, and I wet lots during the movie last night as well. Go on, go have your shower while I have mine.” I told Braedon and he just smiled and turned and went to the other bathroom.

After cleaning and dressing for the day, we entered the kitchen, where I started to make a nice Sunday breakfast for us both. Braedon helped by cutting up some of the potatoes and onions and peppers for the fried potatoes, while I started getting the sausage prepared. I then got everything frying up while I had Braedon set the table. Once it was finished cooking, we sat down and had a great breakfast, if I do say so myself. My homemade sausage is the best, and red onion and red pepper fried potatoes are the only way to have them. I had over easy eggs, while Braedon took his scrambled, and we shared each others.

Once we were finished with breakfast, it was nearly noon, because we had slept in a little bit, and we decided that today would be a good day to go shopping for the things we needed. School would be starting up in only a little over a month, and Braedon needed more clothes. I also needed a few new clothes for work and we both wanted a few other things, so off we went. We went to the large mall in the next city, an hour away, since they had a much larger selection of stores to choose from.

“Oh my god, I have never been in a place so large before.” Braedon said as we entered the mall, sounding a little frightened.

“Ha, if you think this is a large mall, well then you need to get out more. This is actually only a small mall in comparison to some I have seen. This mall only has around a hundred or so stores, some of the bigger ones can have a few hundred. Now of course in comparison to our piddly little mall back home, this is huge.” I said with a bit of a laugh.

I had already decided that this once Braedon would need to get a little spoiled, since he had almost nothing, and he would need a few toys and things. We first got our clothes shopping done and we both walked out of the various men’s stores with a few bags. It has always annoyed me how a mall with so many woman’s clothing stores, could have only three men’s stores. We next hit a few of the toy stores and I let him pick a few things he would like to have, he decided on a couple small things that were not really all that expensive, but were good toys, since they also taught.

I also decided, when I saw it, that we were going to get a few large Lego sets. When I was a kid I could spend hours building, and I thought that Braedon and I could enjoy it together. At first he balked at the prices, since they were very large sets, and were quite expensive, but I told him that it was for us and they are really good toys, because they build creativity and character, as well as great cities. All told the Lego was about ten thousand pieces, even bigger than the set I had as a child. Next we went to a book store, since I love to read, and I also believe that children should read more than watch TV.

I remember as a kid, my mom giving me heck more than once for going to bed too late at night because of reading, and killing batteries, but because she could not stop it, in the end she just bought me rechargeable batteries for my flashlight.

We each picked out a few good titles, we both liked the sci-fi stories where kids are the heroes, and some of the good old books as well.

By now it was nearing five o’clock and we were starting to get hungry, and I knew that Braedon would shrink of hunger by the time we got home, so we went to a nearby restaurant and had a nice quiet meal. By the time we got home we were quite tired from our day, and just left our packages by the door. I did however pick out a book and we went to the den, I laid down and had Braedon lay on me, and we both read the book for a couple hours until we were both ready for bed.

“Do you think I can sleep with you tonight?” Braedon asked quietly.

“Okay, but it cannot be a regular occurrence though.”

“Thank you.”

I climbed in and pulled the covers back, and Braedon crawled in and cuddled up to my side, and lay his head on my shoulder. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on his forehead and said “Goodnight, I love you.”

He reached up and kissed my cheek and said, “Goodnight, I love you too.” He laid back down and went right to sleep, and I fell asleep shortly after and had probably the best sleep I had ever had.

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Chapter 2

Monday morning four thirty am came too soon, because I had had a great sleep for the first time in a long time, so therefore really did not want to get up. I tried to wake my prince up, but he mumbled out something incomprehensible, so I shook him again.

“Too early, must sleep.” This time he mumbled a little more clearly.

“Come on, if you want to go to work with me today you need to get up.” I said with a kiss to his forehead.

He grumbled something inhuman and started to stir, I pulled the covers off him and started tickling his ribs, he started to thrash all over the bed laughing.

“Hey, no fair, you're gonna make me pee.” Braedon said, laughing uncontrollably.

“So, it is not going to get the bed wet, remember, you are wearing a diaper.” I teased.

I kept tickling him and he struggled with me and tickled me as well, I am also quite ticklish, so he was able to give as good as he got. We both ended up peeing just as we collapsed on the bed, giggling like a couple little school girls. I turned him over and gave him a swat on his diapered bum.

“Go get in the shower you little brat.” I said and he stuck his tongue out at me, and hopped out of bed and took off his soggy diaper, I did the same and we headed to our showers.

“Well kiddo, since you are working for me now, I am going to start paying you what I pay all the others. At least half of every paycheck will be put into a locked savings account for later though, and the rest you can keep and do with what you wish.” I told Braedon on our way to work.

“Um, how much do you pay?” Braedon asked shyly.

“Nine dollars an hour plus bonuses, and it goes up from there, but raises are rare, and just because you are my son does not mean that you will get more or better than the others either, when we are at work I am your boss, not your dad, okay.”

“Okay.” He answered, in shock at the amount I was paying.

We arrived at the store and we got the store ready for opening, I did the books as Braedon started to vacuum and clean. By the time I was finished, so was Braedon, so we both grabbed a quick bite to eat, then we started to restock the shelves and make sure everything was neat and tidy. It was nice having somebody to do this with, because we ended up with extra time before opening, where I was usually finishing just as we opened, not to mention it is nice to be able to have someone to talk to. We had a great day of sales, two of my employees, myself, and Braedon had about the best day I had had in quite a while, and Braedon did his fair share.

Seems the kids liked Braedon, since he was nearer their age, and he was able to sell things easily without pressure, as I liked. I had been planning on leaving early, but it ended up being too busy throughout the day, so we decided to stay right until closing.

When we finally got home that night, we were both very tired, as it was a very long day, five am to six pm makes for a long day, even for myself who does it quite often, but poor Braedon was almost asleep on his feet. I fed us a light dinner and I got Braedon ready for bed, the poor boy was so tired that he almost fell asleep during his diapering, and he didn't even get hard like he normally does.

I rolled him into position, covered him up, gave him his kiss and said goodnight, I love you, but by the time I said I love you, he was snoring softly, dead to the world. I just stood there for a while and watched him sleep, they look so peaceful and angelic as they sleep, but we all know that a boy can be a little devil when the time is right, and Braedon had the twinkle of devilishness in his eyes, as most boys do.

I got myself all ready for bed and also climbed in early, even for me, and fell asleep nearly right away.

I woke up just before my alarm clock was about to go off, so I shut it off and hopped out of bed and went over to wake Braedon up. He must have gotten hot during the night, because he had thrown all the covers on to the floor and was laying on his bed in spread eagle format, it was quite cute, and I wished I had a camera. I gently shook him awake and his eyes fluttered open, and when he awoke, he smiled brightly at me.

“Good morning.” Braedon said brightly at seeing me.

“Good morning handsome, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, I did, but I don't even remember having dinner last night.” Braedon said, a little puzzled.

“Could that be because you were nearly falling asleep in your dinner plate. You were so tired last night I practically had to carry you to bed, and your little man down below did not even come to attention when I diapered you for the night.” I teased, he blushed, it was cute.

“Don't say that.” Braedon said all embarrassed.

“Why, all boys get hard, it's natural, and it is what it is there for after all!” I stated nonchalantly.

He was still blushing when he picked his pillow up and tossed it at my head. I caught the pillow and launched it back at him and got him and knocked him over onto his bed, I jumped on him and started tickling him so he started laughing and tickling me back. Finally I stopped him, picked him up and hugged him and carried him to my room where the diaper pail was, so that we could get ready for work.

We got to work, just as bright and early as I normally do, and got everything ready for the day. At about eight o’clock I called one of my other employees and asked if he would be able to come to work today since it was really busy yesterday, and that I needed to leave early today to do the shopping for tomorrow nights dinner. I also asked him to come in tomorrow, because I did not plan to work and I was not sure if three would be able to handle it if it was nearly as busy, he agreed and said he would be there in half an hour. My employees all showed up at their eight thirty start time and we finished preparing the store for our nine am opening time.

Just as I had hoped, it was another busy day, and Braedon and I regrettably left at noon to do our shopping. We both went to the store and got everything that we needed for tomorrow nights dinner, and not once did Braedon ever ask for one thing, I was impressed, but then I thought that his old dad probably never bought him anything, so he probably did not know about it at all.

We got home around two o’clock and started to prepare some of the things for the dinner party, and ate diner ourselves when the time came. After dinner we decided that we would read for the rest of the evening, so we assumed the same position as before, I found it would be Braedon’s favorite way of reading, until he became too heavy, then he would lay beside me. We were still reading the same book as we were before, and by the time we were ready for bed, we were half way through the book. We got ready for bed and said our good nights and I love yous and both slept through until morning.

I had set the alarm early so that we would have the time to get prepared for the day ahead. I went into Braedon’s room and woke him up by sitting lightly on the edge of his bed and shaking him lightly until he woke up.

“Good morning sweet prince, it is time to go make you my son.” I whispered into Braedon's ear. He woke up immediately with the largest smile possible.

“This is going to be the best day of my life.” Braedon said happily, no signs of sleepiness at all.

Court had been scheduled for nine am that morning, so we knew that we had lots of time, since it was only six am. We went into my room and got out of our wet diapers and each headed towards our showers to get washed up. Once finished, I went to collect the clothes that we would both wear today, because we would need to look good. I grabbed my suit from the closet and I grabbed a new pair of tan slacks and a mauve shirt for Braedon. He came into my room, still drying himself off

“What are you doing?” Braedon asked curiously.

“Just getting our clothes all set out so that we can get dressed.”

“Oh, okay.” Braedon said and started getting dressed.

We got dressed and polished our shoes and put them on and then went out for breakfast. After breakfast we went to the courthouse to meet with our lawyer, who had told us to arrive an hour early to talk.

She told us that this was for the most part just a formality, but the judge and the other lawyer would likely ask some very pointed questions of us both, and that Braedon would be taken to the judges chambers for the judge to talk to him. We both agreed that whatever they asked we would answer, since we had absolutely nothing to hide. Finally we were called in to the court room and told to take our seats, and then a moment later we were told to stand again for the judge.

She was a middle aged lady, quite pretty, and very over powering, she exuded her power, but thankfully it did not feel as if she abused it. My lawyer was to start first and she explained to the judge that I was seeking permanent adoption of Braedon, and said that the move was uncontested by the father who had signed over all parental rights to me. The judge took the copies that my lawyer gave to her and looked them over and said everything appeared to be in order. She then asked for Braedon to join her in her chambers.

“Don't worry, she just wants to ask you some questions and I promise, she won't bite.” I said reassuringly when he grasped my hand in a death grip.

Reluctantly he got up and followed the judge. She had him sit down in the large overstuffed chair across from her desk that she had just sat behind.

“Okay Braedon, I first have to know, do you want to be adopted by Jacob?” She asked.

“Oh yes, I really want Jay to be my dad, we love each other very much and he is so kind to me.” Braedon answered whole heartedly.

“I know that this next question may be uncomfortable to answer, but I have to do it, does Jacob touch you in any inappropriate ways, do things to you that you do not like, anything?” She asked gently.

“No, of course not! I think it would hurt him more than me to hurt me, and he could never do that.” Braedon answered, looking right into the judges eyes.

“Okay, how about bathing, does he bath you or do you do it by yourself?”

“No, I bath myself and the only time we see each other naked is when he diapers me at night, and then when we both take them off in the morning.” Braedon answered truthfully.

She was a little shocked at this, so Braedon told her both of our complete stories and she listened very carefully. As she listened though, she remembered something in my file that actually did cover that, because it was in there.

“We both know that we cannot ever replace what the other lost, but that we are there for each other, no matter what, no matter even what you say really, he is still my dad.” Braedon said bravely.

“Okay, thank you very much Braedon, I think I have all I need to know from you for now, so let's go back outside and you can go sit with your dad.” She said with a warm smile.

With that done, almost an hour later, they entered back into the courtroom. Braedon came and sat beside me and grabbed my hand and squeezed and I squeezed back. The judge then took me into her chambers and asked almost all the same questions that she had just asked Braedon. When she asked if I had ever, or would ever touch him in a way that would be inappropriate, she got the answer when I practically threw up at the suggestion.

“Oh god no, to hurt him would kill me.” I answered.

“I understand from Braedon that you both have bed wetting problems, how do you deal with it and what is the cause?” She asked.

“Well I have a bladder condition where my bladder is too weak to hold on at times, and under stress it fails, I also have to go to the bathroom very frequently. I also have a notarized document from my doctor stating as such and they were given to my lawyer for you and you should already have that information. As for how I deal with it, the only sensible way is to wear diapers at night and that is how we deal with Braedon's bed wetting as well. He much prefers it over how he used to have to deal with it, which was waking up in a cold and wet bed.” I answered.

“I do, and I did look them over, and I apologize for having to ask, but I am sure you understand the reasons why I have to know.” She said.

“I do your honor and I have nothing at all to hide, and I am not ashamed to answer any questions that you ask.” I said without a sign of embarrassment, looking right at her.

“When you diaper Braedon, do you touch him?”

“Of course I do, how did you diaper your children, assuming of course you have any, without touching them? I have to rub in the cream or powder, however I never touch him in any manner that is sexual.” I answered simply.

“Of course I touched them, they were my children.”

“And Braedon is my son.”

“And what happens when you touch Braedon while diapering him?” She then asked, this would have made Braedon blush profusely had he have been sitting there.

“He usually gets an erection, as my son did, and as does nearly every boy out there that has to be diapered, I just ignore it.”

“Yeah, I have three boys, and they were all the same.” She said with a grin.

“Why is it that you want to adopt Braedon?” She then asked.

I first told her our separate stories and how much we needed the other to fill the spaces left behind, and of course that we loved each other.

“Thank you very much for all the information you have given to me, we can now go out and join your son.”

Once I was finished, the lawyer for the local children’s ministry got up saying that it would be a bad idea, saying that I was a single male and that it was not right. Before our lawyer could say anything, Braedon spoke up.

“Yeah right, my real father beat me up, drank all the time, called me all sorts of horrible things, yet you people never did anything to help me at all. Now I find a dad, a real dad, one who does not do anything bad to me, loves me for being me, and you want to take him away from me, how dare you, you should be ashamed of yourselves. You have any idea how often I was beaten, and the neighbors even called you guys, and still, nothing was ever done.” Braedon spat out.

The lawyer was deflated after that and our lawyer just sat down and let him have his say.

“I should also add that you have my detailed story, so should know by now that my wife and son were killed five years ago, so I know what I am doing, thank you very much. To rip us apart now though, would very well be a crippling blow.” I said as well, just with not nearly so much bite as Braedon had, but very nearly crying.

The lawyer just sat down, saying he had nothing further.

The judge left to her chambers to think it over, and took everything into consideration. Not even five minutes later she came out with a paper for both of us to sign, saying that we were now officially father and son. We both signed it, both lawyers signed as witnesses, and the judge signed it to make it all official. We left a very happy pair and took our lawyer to lunch, we thanked her for all her help and that the check was already mailed. She accepted, but told us that we had won it in the courtroom ourselves, she never had to do anything. After lunch we got home and finished the preparations for the dinner that would start in a few hours.

Just before our guests were to start arriving, I had Braedon go upstairs and hide, so as to be a surprise. Everybody arrived just before six o’clock as planned, my parents, two sisters and my brother, as well as my grandma and an uncle and a few nieces and nephews. I pulled everybody into the den and offered them drinks, and most everybody took a drink of some sort, as well my mom asked what was going on.

“Well, I have a bit of a surprise for you all that I will bring out in a few moments.” I answered

Everybody who wanted drinks were served and sitting in the chairs we had arranged for everyone.

“You all wait right here while I go get the surprise.” I said excitedly.

I went upstairs to get Braedon and found him patiently waiting in his room, looking a little nervous as well.

“Come on, it's time. I told them that I had a surprise for them, I wonder if they are ready for a prince though?”

“Let's just get this over with.” Braedon said with a nervous giggle.

We walked downstairs together and entered the den, everyone had been talking, but as soon as we entered, the place went deathly silent.

“What, have you never seen a boy before?” I chuckled.

My mom, who always had something to say, could say nothing, finally my dad found his tongue.

“What's happening Jay?” He asked.

“Well, this is Braedon, and he officially became my son this morning, we adopted each other.”

Well everybody was quite speechless, and knowing my family was a very outspoken bunch, it kind of worried me. I explained to them most of the details, including why I decided to wait on telling them

“You see, we each fill a spot in the others lives we had both long since thought was dead. I had never felt that I would be able to enjoy life again, and with Braedon around, I find I can actually smile again.”

“All I ever wanted was a dad that loved me and did not beat me, and I now have both in one very special person.” Braedon smiled warmly.

Once the family was over the initial shock, they started to warm up and they all went and introduced themselves to Braedon. He especially loved my nieces and nephews, they were all very young, the oldest being just over four and cute as hell.

After visiting for a while I excused myself to get dinner on the table. Everything had already been prepared and was just warming now, and all I had to do was set it out in buffet style.

“Come on in everyone, dinner is ready.” I called out once everything was done.

They came in and sat down, I took one end and Braedon took the other, and everyone else sat around the large table wherever they wanted. I poured the wine for those who wished to have it, which was everyone except the kids. My brother then raised his glass and proposed a toast.

“To my brother, who lost more than any one man should ever lose in life, he has found new life while grasping the past, may the future bring only happiness.” He said.

Every person at the table said amen and we began to dish out our plates.

After an hour of eating and stuffing ourselves silly, we all went back to the den to chat and mill about. Everyone, at some point or another, came up to me and said how happy they were to see me full of life again, and thanked Braedon for bringing that life back to me. More than once throughout that I was told that they had often feared for my life as the depression seemed so strong. At this I told them all that that was the last thing I would ever do to them, depressed or not, I would never do that to my family. At around ten o’clock our guests started to leave, since the kids were starting to fall asleep. When my parents and grandma left, they all gave Braedon a big hug and welcomed him to the family.

We decided that it was too late to clean up and figured we would leave it for tomorrow and went up to bed. I got Braedon all diapered up and tucked into bed.

“I love you son, have a good sleep.” I whispered into Braedon's ear.

“I love you too daddy, have a good sleep as well.” He whispered back.

I got myself ready for bed and crawled in and fell asleep instantly.

The next morning I awoke to Braedon climbing into my bed, just before the alarm clock was about to go off.

“Morning handsome, what's up?” I asked as I lifted the covers for him.

“I woke up a few minutes ago and saw that it was almost time to get up anyways, so I wanted to come in and cuddle with my daddy for a few minutes before we had to get up.” Braedon answered, a nice warm smile on his cute face.

“Sounds very nice, come cuddle up then.” I said, he came and cuddled right into me and we stayed like that, just holding each other, until the alarm sounded, telling us to get up.

I crawled out of bed and pulled Braedon to the edge and took off his soggy diaper and threw it into the pail, he then reached over to me and unfastened my diaper and took it off, rolled it up and threw it into the pail for me.

“Fairs fair. You help me out each morning.” He said with a grin.

“Thanks, go get in the shower and get ready for the day.” I said with a swat to his now bared backside. He yelped and headed for his bathroom while I headed for mine.

We both finished getting ready and left for work, and we arrived right at five o’clock as normal. We both started doing our chores as normal, me with the books and Braedon with the vacuuming and tidying. It took me a little longer today, because I had two days to do, and Braedon finished with the vacuum and started dusting and organizing the store. Once I was finished I joined Braedon for a quick breakfast. We then started to stock the store and just as we were about to finish, the door opened up revealing my employees that were scheduled to work, they must have drove in together today.

We got set for the day and opened at nine sharp. Braedon and I only stayed until three, since that is what I mostly did, considering that I start so early, and it was not too busy for the guys to handle it, even though it had been a pleasantly busy day. When I did the books this morning it looked like yesterday had also been a good day, and if the days kept going as they were, the month was sure to be a success. I had to put in a rather large order to fill some of the orders and to restock some of the merchandise, but hey who is complaining, certainly not me.

“Well kiddo, since we are finished work for the day, we should probably see about getting you enrolled for school, seeing as how the beginning of the school year is creeping up quite rapidly, and we will also need to know what the uniforms are.”

“What do you mean by uniforms, none of the schools around here need uniforms?” Braedon asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well, since I have the money to send you to the best schools, that is where you will be going, and you see, there is this awesome boarding school back east I think will really do you good, they have excellent classes and are very strict.” I said with a perfectly straight face.

“You're not sending me to a boarding school, are you?” Braedon asked with a hurt look and a paled face.

“Of course not, I am just teasing you. I just got you after all, and I am not gonna let you go that easily. However you will be going to the local private school. This may be a small city, but it has one of the countries very best private schools. They have been ranked in the top five in academics the last ten years running. They are an all boys school, and from what I understand, they run things a little differently.”

“I don't know if I am smart enough to go to such a good school like that sounds though.” Braedon said a little quietly.

“Sure you are. You remember that one educational game I gave to you, well it has an I.Q. builder and tester. Well I printed out the results from the test that it has, and let's just say that you are apparently a lot smarter than you think you are. This school will be perfect for you, because they let you work at your own pace without pushing you, they don't hold you back, and they won't force you, unless you are not doing anything at all. They also mark very differently, they don't give grades and such, at least not in the normal sense.”

“I still don't know.”

We arrived at the school a short time later, which was fortunately only about ten minutes drive from the store, and went in to talk to the principal. During the morning I had called ahead and scheduled an appointment, so they knew that we were coming, and the secretary showed us right in.

I was pleased with the layout of the school and its furnishings, I had never actually been inside before, but this had been the school my son was going to go to, had he not died. Everything was very pleasant, but nothing was outrageous, it was tasteful but not tacky, and that is one thing I would have hated, and probably would have left had it have been too pompous.

We met with the principal for about an hour and during that time he asked a whole bunch of question of both of us, and had Braedon take a placement test to see where they would be best to start him. We were all pleased when it was marked and found that he was on par with students of some of the higher age groups, and as he told us, that is a very good thing indeed, as all his students, if measured at the same level as other schools, are a full grade level above most every other school. He gave us the pamphlet for the uniforms and told us that school started at eight am, the first Tuesday of September, and that Braedon's first class of the day would be held in the gym with the rest of the school for orientation.

We both left very happy and decided that we would go purchase his needed uniforms. We went to the shop that the school recommended as having the best overall quality, and picked out four complete uniforms, two pants sets and two shorts sets. They were to be tan pants or shorts, black polished shoes, white knee length socks, a choice of dark green or blue, or black for shirts, and in either short or long sleeves. We chose one of each shirt for a total of six and a dozen pairs of socks and two pairs of shoes. He would also need a gym set, consisting of short black nylon shorts, non marking running shoes, jock strap, tank top, and a mouth protector and cup for the vigorous games. It was funny when we were looking for the jock strap and cup, because I had pulled one off the shelf and held it up to him to see if it would fit, what he did not realize was that there was a mother and daughter just behind us.

“It's too small.” He said with a grin.

“You may be a good size for your age boy, but you're dreaming. This is designed to hold everything in place properly, so it has to stretch a little to do it.” I said with a matching grin.

All of a sudden he realized the ladies had been right behind us and blushed so much I thought he was going to burst into flames, he buried himself behind me until we left that aisle, I of course laughed. Once we finished getting everything that he needed for school, we went to the register to pay. Nearly five hundred dollars later we left for home. When we brought our packages in through the door, we all of a sudden realized that we would now have to clean the house, because it was still a mess from last night. We took the bags upstairs and set everything aside to launder or polish at a later time, then got changed into something more comfortable to clean house in.

“How should we go about doing this you figure, both cook dinner then eat, then clean, or should one of us cook while the other starts cleaning?” I asked.

“Let's just get dinner out of the way quickly, we can both do that, and then we can clean up.” Braedon opted for, so we got dinner ready real quick and ate.

It only took an hour for us to clean everything up, thank god I have an industrial style dishwasher that only takes ten minutes per load. Once we got everything back into order, we laid back and read until bedtime. We both got ready for bed and I tucked my prince into bed with a goodnight and I love you, and he said the same to me. I also went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

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Chapter 3

This morning the alarm clock woke me up, and for the first time in ages I felt like throwing it out the window, I was enjoying my sleep so much. I decided that the beeping was just too annoying and got up and went to get Braedon up. He woke up right away and gave me a smile and a hug, jumped out of bed, and we went to my bedroom to get out of our wet diapers and have our showers. I enjoyed a very long hot shower, in fact it was so long that Braedon came and scared the crap out of me when he knocked on the glass door of the shower.

“What's taking you so long?”

“Holy shit, don't do that, you nearly scared the crap outta me.” I screamed and Braedon giggled.

“No, but I did scare the pee outta you, in fact, you're still peeing.” He said, still giggling, I looked down and sure enough, he did.

“Well, I had been just enjoying a nice long hot shower.” I said with a fake pout, but shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing my towel, and dried off.

We both got dressed and headed to work. As every second Friday is payday, I would be stuck in the back a good portion of the day, calculating what everybody was to earn, and write out their checks. We started the day as we normally do, I with the books and Braedon with cleaning the store, and then both of us stocking the shelves.

Once we opened I left the store in the others hands, while I did payroll. Finally just after noon I had all the checks written and signed, and ready to hand out. I quickly called the two employees who were not working today and informed them that their checks were ready, and then took the other three out to the boys on the floor and handed them theirs, whenever they were not with a customer.

Braedon was last to get his check and I took him into the back to give him his, since I figured that he might get a little excited when he saw it. He had probably never even seen so much money. It was only a few hundred dollars, but he was very happy to have earned it himself.

“Well rich man, once we get off work we will go to the bank and get you a couple accounts set up. How does that sound?”

“Awesome, but why a couple?”

“Remember I told you a few days ago, one was to be your own account to do with as you please, and the other was strictly for savings and would require both our signatures to get any money from it?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Braedon said and we got back to work for the rest of the day.

The day finished for us at three o’clock and we left to go to the bank and get Braedon his accounts set up. Braedon decided that being it was almost four hundred dollars, and he did not need even half of it, that he would put three hundred into the savings account and the rest into his personal account. I made sure that his savings account was one that had good growth, so that he could earn a little in interest to save for the future.

After we finished at the bank, Braedon wanted to treat me to dinner, of which I accepted, as I knew that it would mean a lot to him, so we went out to a nice family place and had a good meal. After dinner we headed home.

“Why don't we break out those boxes of Lego and have some fun building things?” I asked once we got home.

“Sure, sounds like fun, I have played with Lego at a friends house before, but not lots.”

We opened the big boxes and spread everything out around us and started to construct a large city, each building different pieces. After a few hours of construction, and quite a few buildings, and even a couple good sized bridges, we were yawning quite heavily, so I decided to call it a night and we would continue tomorrow, since we would have all day. I got us both diapered and ready for bed and we said our good nights and I love yous, and crawled into bed and slept right through to morning.

Saturday morning arrived with Braedon climbing into bed to cuddle up to me, I looked over at the alarm clock on my bed side table and saw that it was almost ten in the morning.

“Good morning baby, we both slept awful late this morning didn't we?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He said and cuddled up to me tighter.

“We should probably be getting up to get breakfast! I am afraid that with all the grumbling your stomach is making that it will just jump out and attack me.” I said with a straight face.

Braedon burst into laughter saying, “That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.” He then started growling himself and attacked me. We started tickling each other until I could not stand it any more and gave up.

I pulled Braedon to the edge of the bed so that I could remove his very soggy morning diaper. I thought to myself that the diaper was more wet in the morning than it was when he first came here.

“Do you think you have been wetting more at night since you have been here?”

“Not sure, why?”

“Just that you have been more wet in the mornings lately is all.”

“Probably just drank too much the last few nights I guess, I will try and cut down.”

“No, don't. That would actually be a bad thing. Your body needs water while you sleep, and to deprive it of water actually makes you sleep less. I always have a good sized glass of water before bed myself, and you don't have to worry, I was not upset or anything at all, I was just wondering. I do however want to take you to a doctor soon, you probably have not seen one in some time, so I want to make sure that you are good and healthy.”

“Oh, okay, and no I have not been to a doctor, ever that I know of.”

“Well then, we certainly need to get you to see a doctor then. You go ahead and grab your shower now.”

Braedon just nodded and we each went to our bathrooms, I after removing my soggy diaper.

I pulled myself out of my dreamy shower and dried off and decided today we would stay at home and it would be light lounge pants and an old comfy tee shirt day, so that was how I got dressed. Braedon came in as I finished pulling my shirt on, and he had on a pair of loose fitting shorts and a tee shirt as well.

“I see you felt like relaxing today too huh?”

“Yeah, it just seemed like that type of day.”

We both went to the kitchen and made a quick breakfast of French toast and syrup, we each had six or seven pieces, it was so good. We went to where we had started our city the day before, and continued construction, not really saying much to each other, just working together in companionable silence. Every now and then we would look at the other and just smile and say, 'that looks nice', or something like that. I was glad that we were so comfortable with each other that mere words did not need affect us, and that we could be comfortable in silence.

That had been something my wife and I had been good at as well, we could sit for hours and not say anything to the other, then both finally get up and get our coats on and both want to go to the same restaurant for dinner. Braedon and I had only known each other for such a short time, but it felt as if we had known each other for more than one lifetime.

Just as I was starting to get hungry again, and wanted a little lunch, Braedon also got up saying he was also a little hungry now and wouldn’t mind a little lunch either, and that was when I knew that we had completely bonded. I have found that people cannot bond by talking, it has to be feelings only, and today we fully bonded, I felt as if I knew everything that there was to know about him, and I felt he knew the same of me.

I went to the fridge and started grabbing things to make a salad and Braedon went to the cupboard to grab the bread and then to the fridge to grab the garlic and butter for a nice loaf of garlic bread, the perfect thing to go with a salad. Boy we were getting good, it had taken my wife and I five years together before we got this far. Finally, as we sat down, we had said our first real words of the day.

“Why is it I sometimes think I can feel what you are thinking?” Braedon asked.

“Well, I personally think it is a bond of some sort, we can just feel each others feelings a bit.”

“Kinda like telepathic?”

“No, not quite like that or anything, just that we can feel each other a little, my wife and I could do the same thing, it's kind of spooky at first.”

We chatted idly for a little while at the table, while slowly eating our lunch when we were startled by the ringing of the phone.

Braedon jumped off his chair first and grabbed the phone and said hello. It was my mom.

“Hello Braedon, how is my newest grandson today?”

“Good, and you grandma?”

“Good thanks, can I speak to your daddy please?”

“Good, but daddy is not here right now.” He said with a grin.

“Give me that phone you little imp.” I said as I jumped off the chair to grab the phone.

He took off giggling, still holding the phone, forgetting that he had grabbed the one attached to the wall. I have a long cord attached to that phone so that I can sit at the table and still use the phone, so he got about twenty five feet from the phone, then all I heard was a bit of a squeak as he hit the end of his line. It was possibly the funniest thing I ever saw in my life, and if it was not for my quick reflexes the phone surely would have shattered. I actually caught the phone in mid air as it was recoiling back towards the base. Braedon gave me a sheepish look and walked towards me blushing.

“Hi mom, sorry about that.” I said with a grin.

“What on earth was that all about?” She asked, sounding a bit puzzled, so I told her what had happened.

“The sound that he made when he hit the end of the line was so damned cute and funny, I shall carry that with me to the end of my days.” She said in a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, me too.” I said, trying not to cry I was still laughing so hard.

“Okay, so how are you guys and what are you doing today?” She asked after we both finally calmed down enough to talk.

“We are doing great thanks, and we are just lazing around the house, doing not a whole heck of a lot, other than playing with Lego and building a huge city.”

“Sounds like fun. Would you like me to bring over all of your old Lego from when you were a kid?”

“You still have them, I thought you would have gotten rid of them years ago?” I asked in surprise.

“No, I kept them, I knew that you would need them again some day, and I was going to give them back to you when, well you know, when he turned six. But I could now give them to Braedon instead.” She choked out.

“Yeah, I know, it is still hard for me too. I think we would both really like that. So what are you guys up to today?”

“More or less just relaxing as well. The reason I called though was that with tomorrow supposed to be being so nice, we felt that a bar-b-q was in order, bring nothing but yourselves and swim suits.”

“We will be there then, what time?”

“Come around noonish as usual.” She answered. We said our good byes and hung up.

I told Braedon what was happening and he also agreed that it sounded fun, I then dropped the bombshell on him that we would have to go some where, since we had never thought of getting him anything to swim in before.

“Well, now we need to go shopping to get you some swim shorts.”

“What do I need swim shorts for?”

“For swimming of course, what else! Your grandma and grandpa have a large pool, so we can go swimming tomorrow.”

“Oh, of course.” Braedon said with a mock slap to his forehead, but with a huge grin on his face.

We decided that hey, it’s a lazy day, we don’t care what other people think and left the house as is. We went to the local Wal-Mart and picked out a nice pair of swimming shorts for Braedon, they were short red nylon shorts with the netting inside to keep everything in place. I decided that I would also need a pair myself, so grabbed the exact same ones as Braedon’s only in green and my size. While there I also decided that we needed some sun screen, because it was going to get hot and we would not like to get burned to a crisp while enjoying ourselves.

We went back home and continued on our city until we both felt it was time for dinner, again we both just got up at the same time and went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. After dinner I decided that a couple movies would be a great end to the day, so we ran over to the video store and grabbed a couple of the latest releases. When we got home I grabbed some juice and popped some corn and we sat down to our first movie of the night. It was really very good, a great story, lots of action and the effects were very good, so all in all a great movie.

We both got up and headed to the bathroom to relieve ourselves and then got ready for bed. I started to wash my face just as Braedon came in already done, so he grabbed both of our diapers and the powder and got everything prepared. I came in and laid him on his already spread out diaper and powdered him up like always, and as always he reacted. I noted that he was starting to grow a little more and that he just might end up being an early bloomer, unlike myself at the ripe old age of fourteen when I finally got my first hair down there. As soon as I had Braedon all diapered up I got myself done up and ready for the next movie.

Braedon climbed up onto my lap and cuddled in as the second movie of the night started. This one was a comedy this time and we both laughed ourselves silly, we laughed so hard in parts of the movie that we actually hurt. At the end of the movie I could tell that Braedon was getting very tired and he was drooping very quickly. I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom and laid him in to his bed, I pulled his covers up to his chin, kissed his nose, and said goodnight my little prince, I love you, sweet dreams. Braedon said goodnight daddy, I love you too.

Sunday morning I awoke to Braedon jumping on my bed right over top of me, he scared me so badly I yelped and wet myself, not a difficult feat when you have the bladder of the average five year old. He started laughing so I quickly jumped up and tackled him to the bed, I pinned him down by sitting on his legs and holding both his hands above his head with one of mine. Once I had him pinned, Braedon realized he was doomed, since he could barely move. I put a maniacal grin on my face and started towards his armpits, easily his most ticklish spot. He squealed with laughter.

“No fair, no, don’t do it, I promise I will never do it again.”

“Ha, you did the crime, now it is time to pay.” I laughed out and delved in with gusto.

“No, don't!” He squealed out as I started tickling him mercilessly.

“I'm not stopping until you pee yourself like you made me.” I said evilly.

I kept switching between pits, and going at different angles, making him squeal and scream in fits of laughter. If it had been any earlier I might have worried about him waking the neighbors, or maybe the dead, but who cares, it was just a father and son having fun. Finally I let up and let him catch his breath and laid myself gently on top of him.

“You better not ever pull that stunt again boy, or else the the next time the torture will be far worse.” I said with an evil grin.

Now anybody who knows anything about kids, especially boys, will know that this is just asking for trouble, but we both loved it so much, who would not want a repeat of that, that is what life is all about, hearing kids laugh.

We finally decided that we should get up and get ready for the day.

“Well, I am going to go lay back in a nice long hot bath, I like those every so often.” I said.

“Can I come have a bath with you please?”

“I don't see any reason why not, it is a large tub, so we should both fit nicely.”

It was a large jetted tub that was actually designed for two people. I started the water and poured in some bubble bath, and as soon as the water was high enough I started the jets and the bubbles started rising. I of course made sure not to add as many bubbles as I had the first time and nearly buried the bathroom in bubbles.

“Now, you saw how much bubble bath I put in right, don't ever put more than that in there, it makes a real mess. In my old house I gave my son a bubble bath for the first time in the jetted tub, and added way too much. The bubbles literally poured into the hall way, there were so many. My son thought it fabulous, my wife wondered how she was going to clean it, and I was dumbfounded as to how I could have been so stupid.”

Braedon cracked up laughing at the vision this caused, and he tried to say something a couple times, but failed to get it out.

“Yeah, I know, we all thought it very comical at the time too.” I said dryly.

“It had been easier to clean up than we thought though, we just picked the bubbles up and set them in the tub, they hardy stuck to anything, and the ones that stuck to the carpet we just left until later and steam cleaned it, it never looked cleaner.” I grinned.

We both climbed in and I grabbed the cloth and pulled Braedon over and had him kneel up so that I could give him a proper scrubbing. I gently cleaned his entire body, even the tender parts. When I got to his penis I tried to pull back his foreskin to clean his head as well, but when I tried to, he winced in pain.

“Why doesn't your foreskin slide back?”

“I never slide it back, why, and why were you trying to?”

“Well, to clean the head of your penis properly you need to slide the skin back, and it should slide much more smoothly than that, it is way too tight. If it is not cleaned properly you can get a very painful infection, and believe me when I say, you do not want that. I am going to try and pull it back now, I want you to stand very still, it might hurt, but you need to start doing this. As your penis gets larger, and you do not do this, your skin will be too tight and when you get an erection, as you often do, it would be quite painful, so do this every time you bath.” I told him gently

“Okay.”.

I gently pulled the skin back, going very slowly to let it stretch. Finally it pulled all the way back and I was able to clean him properly, probably for the first time in his life. When I first touched the cloth to his head he went instantly hard and he gasped, and I thought he was going to pass out.

I had forgotten that this was likely the first thing to ever really touch his very sensitive head, and that his reaction was very appropriate when I thought of it. At least he had long since stopped getting embarrassed at me seeing him hard, but the look on his face was something between pure bliss and wonder. He had never felt anything like this before, and now he wanted more. I finished him up and had him sit down facing away from me so that I could wash his hair as well. I had him close his eyes as I poured water over his head, I then gently massaged an apple scented shampoo into his hair and rinsed it off. I had him turn around so that he could relax in the warm soothing water while I washed myself.

Once Braedon realized that I was washing myself, he took the cloth from me and started to wash me all over, as I had done to him. When he had gotten to my penis he realized that we were a little different in this department other than size.

“Why does your penis look different than mine does, I have seen it, but never noticed before?” Braedon asked curiously.

“I had to have my foreskin taken off when I was five. My parents did not know what I just told you about your penis a few minutes ago, and I got that painful infection I just warned you about, and to prevent it from happening in the future, the doctor just cut it off. I have no idea why he didn't just teach me how to keep it clean instead of mutilating me, but that was just what they did in those days.”